Diamonds Lyrics by Kool Keith

Diamonds Lyrics

    Man it's been quiet in the bronx since kate rich got killed
    I heard some kid wearin a mink
    Fakin like he live in brooklyn squealed
    We gon' need johnny cochran man, i'm tellin you
    Gotta get everybody out..

    [kool keith]
    Chill at home watchin the mets
    I'ma tell suge knight to call big kap and funkmaster flex
    Tony green is out of jail with a five billion dollar bail
    I'ma hire two men with machine guns to do retail
    Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken
    Record exec found dead, body in hoboken
    Autopsy explainin what parts remainin
    New york police department, the f.b.i.
    Said this guy wasn't playin
    Tape around this punk's mouth, what is he sayin?
    Turned the radio up and cut his arms off
    And throw him off the top of the waldorf
    Call fat kat in prison
    Tell him his right hand mand already did that
    Ten cars, meet me at the lincoln tunnel with stockin cops
    We're gonna count to the one-oh, put butter on the bun-oh
    Black killed the program director but first let him sniff some blow
    See the man with the suit?
    Light up the kid with the bomber jacket and timberland boots
    Comin at you like tupac in "juice", i'ma get loose

    Chorus: kool keith (repeat 3x)

    We work nine to nine, we never sleep full time..
    Diamonds, we bring violence!

    [kool keith]
    Send a coffin up to billboard with flowers in the lobby
    A picture of me with gene griffin holdin a hand-grenade
    I'ma fax you a copy - and let you know my job ain't sloppy
    Extort the industry cause nicky barnes is gonna be
    In charge of every label's distribution
    My street team is gonna be eight men with loaded tecs
    Ridin around with chrysler pt cruisers from a mental institution
    Whip mob style, tone capone az in charge of publicity on the phone
    Crazy joe outside to meet the mixtape dj's with carbombs
    In the parkin zone - purple cadillac lavender two-tone
    A box packed up with a chopped off human head
    With a murdered pitbull with a knife in his stomach
    Federal express to your secret home
    Sonny d handle the wherehouse and tower
    Take coconuts and sam goody
    And hire david berkowitz as a receptionist for more power
    Extreme impact when uniter parcel
    Bring bazookas and bombs in from iraq
    Close the george washington bridge when we attack
    Carryin duffle bag sacks
    Larry davis is workin with a thirty-eight magnum
    Big stations won't have any problem hearin the wax
    (i'll play it!) with kingston, jamaica
    Sendin the video to hbo and cinemax

    Chorus

    [kool keith]
    Look at the bottom of your car, now start it
    Wire on your doorknob
    That's me across the street, wearin a pinstripe suit
    With a (???), with black glasses talkin to grandmaster flash
    Lookin at your black asses

    Chorus

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